A/N: Well, I hope you guys are enjoying it so far! :D And the mysterious Saint Dane makes an appearance. Harry, would you do my disclaimer for me so that I don't get sued?

Harry: Certainly, Macella. *cough* Alright... I don't belong to Macella. Neither does Cassie and the rest of the Pendragon peeps. Although, I personally wish that I did belong to her... *blushes*

Me: Yay! Onward!


Journal #1 Part 3

Aiden, if you read that, I found Saint Dane. Right when he died, which was the weird part, because according to father, Saint Dane couldn't die. At least, not by means like that. I don't know what's happening, but I'm sure I'm going to find out sooner or later. With the way things are going, it's probably going to be sooner. But I'm getting ahead of myself again.

Saint Dane – Voldemort, on this territory – crumpled to the floor, his body turning even whiter when the certain finality of death crept over him. A second passed, and then the student body swarmed up to us, all apparently wanting to hug Harry. Hermione, Ron, and I stood beyond the crowd, on the outside looking in. Hermione and Ron were in each other's arms: Hermione was crying tears of joy, and Ron's mouth hung open in shock. As I looked around, I saw tears on almost everyone's face as they came forward to thank Harry. I decided to take this time to get some answers, and I turned to Ron and Hermione.

"Please, explain." I said simply, causing the two of them to look at me strangely, seeming to forget that I wouldn't know the importance of what had just happened.

Hermione was merely shaking her head back and forth with a large smile on her face. The flow of tears down her face finally subsided, although the roar of sound in the room was only getting louder by the second.

"Come with me!" She said, finding it necessary to yell so that I was able to hear her over the noise of the congratulations and thank you's the crows was giving to Harry.

I followed her and Ron out into a hallway that led into the large room, and there we stopped. It was still loud, but it was easier to concentrate.

"Voldemort's dead, Cassie. I don't know how, but somehow Harry was able to block Avada Kedavra and..." I interrupted her.

"What in the world is Avada Kedavra?" I asked.

"The killing curse." Hermione answered with finality. "He tried to kill Harry, like he's killed many others. The most basic way I can put this is that Harry has just... saved the world. The wizarding world, at the very least. Cassie, He's killed the most wicked man on the entire planet."

"In Halla." I muttered softly. If what I thought was true, than the turning point on Second Earth had just been swung the right way with Harry's killing of Voldemort. But I needed to know what was happening to Saint Dane. "Hermione?" I said quickly. "I need you to take me back to the flume." Oh, crap.

"The what?" She asked curiously. "What in the world is a flume?"

I had to keep my cool, but I was saved from answering by the arrival of Harry. He came up to us slowly, looking all the world like a war-weary soldier, which, I suppose in a matter of speaking, he was. He had just defeated the bane of my existence. Of Second Earth's existence. Of Halla's existence.

But it wasn't enough. Saint Dane wasn't done, and I needed to find out where he was going next. I had a bad feeling about this, Aiden.

"Hermione? Can you take me back to the Shrieking Shack?" I asked. This time I was sure to not make any mention of the flume, but the damage was done.

"I thought you wanted to go to the flume?" She replied as she hugged Harry, tears coming freely down her cheeks yet again. "And please, tell me what a flume is."

Aiden, this is one of those decisions that I was talking about earlier. One of the one's that can change the course of Halla forever. I don't know which way my decision influenced the turning points, but I made it, and I was sticking to it.

"There's something I need to tell you all." I said, walking back into the room where Voldemort had been defeated. The students got louder as they saw Harry's presence, but I quickly walked back outside and the trio followed me, leaving the rest of the school inside. I sat down on the grass, and the other three sat down next to me.

"What's going on?" Ron asked. "Harry just killed Voldemort. Why the grave face?"

I didn't want to tell them that 'Voldemort' wasn't dead, but I didn't have a choice. I was about to tell them that the person that they have been fighting did not want to just throw the wizarding world into chaos, he wanted to throw Halla into chaos. How they were going to take this information, I didn't know. They were about to learn that even with as much as they have been through, they are naïve in the eyes of Travelers, including those of Saint Dane, a.k.a. Voldemort.

"It's like this..." And I proceeded to explain everything. About the different territories of Halla. About the Travelers. About the quig bats in the Shrieking Shack. But most importantly, about Saint Dane, and our mission to stop him. And finally, about how in reality, Voldemort was Saint Dane. And in reality, he wasn't dead, even if he wouldn't come back to this territory. By the time I finished, the three were hanging on to my every word, even though I could tell that they were somewhat disbelieving of what I was telling them.

"You're trying to tell us that... the fight is not over? That Voldemort isn't actually dead?" Ron said, looking like he was about to cry.

I nodded slowly. "Sort of. But you don't have to worry about him coming back as Voldemort. Somehow, you've won Second Earth without any Traveler help." I said.

Harry laughed sardonically. "What are you talking about? You helped plenty. If we hadn't been held up because of you in the Shrieking Shack, we would have gotten to the school much earlier, and I learned that Voldemort had only gotten into the Great Hall a minute before we did. He had been roaming the school before that. I wouldn't have been able to openly face him if we had gotten there any earlier. It's all thanks to you, Cassie, that I'm still alive. That the wizarding world hasn't been corrupted and thrown into chaos." He told me.

So, I had helped. Somehow, my decision to go to Second Earth might have saved the entire territory from disaster. And, probably all of Halla. Wow. The weight on my shoulders just got even bigger as I realized even unintended choices made large differences in the scale of things.

"I'm coming with you." Harry said, out of the blue.

Yes, Aiden, you read that right. He wanted to come with me. As a matter of fact, as the other's voiced their opinions, they all wanted to come with me. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't possibly allow them to come along, could I? Wouldn't that be a case of mixing the territories?

"Cassie, we just found out that the person we thought was dead is actually alive, and planning on going to another territory to wreck havoc there. I've spent my life fighting Voldemort, and now you tell me that it was an impossible struggle anyway? You can't just leave me here. I'm coming with you." Harry continued soberly.

He had a good argument, Aiden. I know when I next see you, you are probably going to yell at me about this, but I made my choice. They were going to come with me.

I nodded slowly. "Fine. You guys can come with me. But if anything goes wrong I'm taking you back to Second Earth, alright?" I said.

Hermione was the first to respond. I think that Harry and Ron were too shocked at the fact that I was going to let them come along to say anything. "You mean, you will actually take us?" She asked slowly. "To whatever territory Voldemor- um, Saint Dane is going to next?"

Please, Aiden, don't yell at me. I have a feeling I'm going to be stressed enough without you getting angry at me. "Yes, Hermione. You three are coming. But we need to go to the flume now. The quigs should be gone, because he doesn't care about this territory anymore. I need to know where to go." I told them seriously as I stood up.

The three followed my lead, and as I walked behind the trio down to the Shrieking Shack and the flume, I thought about what would happen. There weren't many territories left. There was a good chance that I would be following Saint Dane... to Aeralyn. Am I prepared for that? I don't know, Aiden. I simply don't know. But eventually, I'm going to find out. Because if it's not a battle for Aeralyn now, it will be sooner or later. And most likely, this battle will be happening sooner than we think.

When we reached the Whomping Willow, I was curious to see Hermione cast some sort of spell over a stick to use it to poke the knothole that froze the tree. Without the branches waving about trying to murder me, it was easy to climb into the tunnel that would lead us to the flume. It was the same as before: the three would light the way with their wands, and I followed behind down the dark tunnel, stooping over so as not to make the mistake of hitting my head again. When we finally reached the room, I looked up at the ceiling. As I had expected, the quigs were gone. Saint Dane was finished with Second Earth. There was also a note on the broken table. I walked over and grabbed the piece of paper and brought it over to the trio.

"Hey, could one of you light this up for me? It's too dark in here to read." I asked, holding out the note that I suspected was left by Saint Dane.

Harry raised his wand, and the light pouring out from it allowed me to read what turned out to be my worst nightmare.

Time to go home, Cassandra.

S.D.

S.D. had to stand for Saint Dane. And if I was supposed to go home... the battle for Aeralyn has started, Aiden.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had read the note over my shoulder, and now looked at me, puzzled. "What does it mean?" Ron asked curiously.

"It means we are going to Aeralyn. Everyone, please hold hands. I don't want to leave anyone behind." I said, the words coming from a distracted part of me.

I felt two hands take my own, and when we had completed the circle I called out, "Aeralyn!" I heard gasps of awe from the three wizards as the music started, and we were picked up and moved into the flume.

I'm going to get that bastard, Aiden.